Monkey and I are fully kitted up and standing in our driveway. We are getting ready to head out and do some openers. I'm feeling a little tight so I kick my leg into the air. I'm not very flexible and the kick doesn't go very high. Monkey taunts me, " dude, I hope you don't have to karate kick anyone soon, you can't even get it as high as my head...." I take that as a challenge, and try my best karate kick, which of course come no where near as high or near monkey's head. She laughs at me.
Frustrated I quip, "you're telling me you can kick me in the face? Go for it buddy." Diane steps forward and punter style kicks at my face. She comes centimeters from my chin. I should have been alarmed. I wasn't.
"that's not a Karate Kick, monkey, that's totally cheating. I can kick you in the face punter style." I proceed punter style kick swinging maybe an inch from her nose. "see, I told you so." I barb at her.
Mind you we are standing, in our driveway, fully decked out in our cycling team kit getting ready to go for a bike ride trying to kick each other in the face. Perfectly normal.
We jump into the car. Silently we back out of the driveway. We turn and look at each other and burst into laughter. "I wonder how many marriages have failed when the couple started trying to see if they could karate kicking each other in the face?" Oh, dear god. We continue to laugh and drive off.
Sunday Fairhill Race:
My race was pretty short this weekend. I got a solid start, was riding well and cut my tire six minutes and fifty seconds into the race. I think I had good legs today, I felt like I had a good ride. It didn't work out so well today. Oh, well we'll try this again soon. I'm trying to be a mountain bike racer. I'll have to try a little harder perhaps.
Monkey on the other hand had a really good ride. She got a good start and battled in the top 10 overall all day. Her field had 31 riders or so. I was really proud of her effort. Monk's been working hard and it showed today. I gave her a hug at the finish and told her good job. She smiled and said, " I have a lot of work to do."
We smiled, and enjoyed a fine Mexican meal for the afternoon. She had 3 enchiladas and I had 4 tacos.
Photos by K. Miller
thanks for reading.
respect.
fatmarc vanderbacon
3 comments:
i think it's the play kicking in the face that would save most marriages.
Those some fancy shoes you got there sport.
Never fail to make me laugh--thanks for the stories. :)
i an out eat both of you. easily.
planning on any MTB racing this way this summer?
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